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In Taken, Liam Neeson plays Bryan Mills, an ex–Jason
Bourne–like spook who wants to make amends for being an absent dad to
his 17-year-old daughter, Kim (Maggie Grace), so he whines and pleads
with his chilly ex (Famke Janssen) not to let her travel to Paris with
her rich girlfriend. It’s a bad world out there, he insists—a bad, bad world. You don’t know. I know. Believe me. I’ve seen things. You don’t want to know.
Dismissing him as a hysteric, Kim jets to France and is promptly—I
mean, she doesn’t get to pee—snatched by Albanian sex-slavers for sale
to sheikhs and sundry other wealthy sadists. This is where Dad gets to
prove that he can karate-chop the windpipe of one Albanian while taking
out three more with a paper clip, a wad of gum, and a hard stare. (I
exaggerate, but not by much.)

The
script, by Luc Besson and Robert Mark Kamen, panders to macho American
wet dreams that feel distinctly antiquated in the new age of American
non-exceptionalism. And in a just universe, the idea that rich white
American virgins are the prime targets of sex-slavers would make tens
of thousands of captive underage Asian girls rise up shouting, “That is the last straw!” I would leave it there except that Taken—in the hands of director Pierre Morel (District B13),
with Neeson in nearly every shot—works like gangbusters. The Frenchies
have made the filet mignon of meathead vigilante movies.

Morel stages the action so cleanly that even when it hurtles by
fast—almost too fast for the naked eye—the killings have a satisfying
snap. There’s no fussy slo-mo, no vulgar splatter, just blasts,
breaking bones, and baddies who barely hit the floor before the hero
has moved on to the next Albanian wave. But it’s the big, dolorous
Neeson who makes the movie a keeper. He does not gloat, he does not
preen. But neither is he a blank terminator. His motivation is clear:
He wants his daughter back. (What’s your motivation, Liam?I wantmy daughter back.)
As he gives instructions over the phone to Kim, cowering under a bed as
Albanian footsteps approach, his focus is uncanny. He is stripped down
to pure, righteous, patriarchal American genius.
— David Edelstein